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It (Free verse) by fevriere
You look like
"cellar door"
You dapper chap,
you chapped-lip
kisser, post-84.
If I asked you
to give me five,
would you have me
home past ten?
Or just plain late?
"Tell me that
you love me"
Oh Yes I Do,
Honey. I Love You
Like A Land Of Milk,
Honey, that's why
my smile's sly.
Tonight your glance
makes me the cat
who's got the cream,
Honey. Tonight,
old coffee grounds
ain't got a thing on
sweet romance.
Your glance like chiffon
rustles like leaves
fall.
I'm in
your peach fuzz,
honey. You're it.
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